Such a fruitless endeavor,
as this dullness devours
my endless hours.

I sit seeking stale stimulus.
Being used to immediate
gratification,
of the menial mental
*******
type,
I am stumped
by my listless response to
having everything to do
but not wanting to do
anything.

No movies but one
yet to come
stir my passions.

No tv shows
that I stream
or download
get me excited.

No outside adventure
unencumbered
by the once weary winter weather
inspires me
to get up and go.

No books
even garner
random looks.

I am merely
burnt out,
but just for now.

Do not let the darkness in,
completely inhaling
death and destruction
like poisoned oxygen.

Do not let
the pain of loss
distort your perception
of your own history.

Do not let
the gray gravel roads
you once roamed
disappear
behind you
as you move on.

Do not let
your kind intentions
drown in
a sea of salty
despair.

Do not let
who you were
and who you become
be defined
by mankind’s
horrible crimes.

It is the mind of a menace,
a monstrous figure
that shredded the air
opening
a doorway
from nowhere,
and released
a horrendous creature.

A dark and grimacing face
protruded
from the splintering
of space.

Fierce features
found their form
revealing
long sharp teeth,
and lighting like
eyes
which
further pierced
the dark skies.

A tortuous tongue
tormented
the villagers below,
violently lapping them up
to devour their bodies
and tasty souls.

Till, Helios,
the lord of light,
intervened
with a raging stream
of sharp solar power,
pushing this dark beast
back into
it’s nightmare realm.

But the crack
is still open
so, the beast
may come back
someday.

These digits,
fingers flexing
are made for grasping,
and manipulating
man made
devices.

These five things
have moved
to master
random rhythms
that I tried to tap.

Flaccid while I sleep
although I do not know
for certain,
perhaps they twitch
when I hit
REM.

They have pulled and pinched
plucked, and poked,

but my favorite thing
I have ever done
with my fingers,
is ****** and caress
feminine flesh,
and plunge deep into
a woman’s
moist desire
while stimulating
her *******
with circular motions,
bringing my partner
to the height of an
******.

Strange as dreams,
she rode a wild
broken horned
unicorn.
Until,
side saddled,
she fell
and straddled
empty air.

The horse
was never there
but the air
was as heavy
as a hot iron
and pushed her
deep down
into a mound
of muddy ground.

She swallowed
soft soil
choking in fear.
Until, the
earth became clear.
Gravity pulled her down
tugging her
tightly fitted gown.

She fell through
the center
but was never scalded
or incinerated
by the hot lava.
She fell
until,
gravity began.
to slow her
momentum.
*** end up,
her feet hit
the other side
and pierced it.

On the opposite
end of the earth
tiny men
gave her long legs
a wide berth.

Her feet shifted and swirled
smacking the air violently,
but she could not escape
her upside-down fate

Until, she was
shook awake.

The strange old house
with gray crumbling
tiles that were
exchanged for
off yellow siding

A place where
I spent so many years
laughing and playing,
personal history making

A place where
the stone sidewalk
was placed unevenly
from the screen door
and the gravel street

A place where
we buried
a lot of pets

A placed where family
would come to meet,
and speak
of important things,
where we would convene
for delicious meals

A happy place
that I sorely miss
as I write this
to sadly state
I no longer
go back to
that special place

Oppressed,
I imagined
the hand of god
swatting
and smashing,
causing flesh,
fat, and skin
to flatten
as bulging blood
and guts
expand from
the form that
was once me.
Till, I become a
crimson life stain.